open up, and look the sky,nsee the cloudsnlike your time passing by,neveryday can be the last like every train can be.nhow many times will the sun set up again?nhow many times will you be smitten with remorse?nso take it, every second, every minute, everyday can be the last.nthe kiss you never gave, the words you never said,ntomorrow can be to late,nmaybe today is yet too laten